Absolute authority
Does not belong here
Prostitutes of parody
Will not be strong here

Carriers of castaways
Sink in the ocean
Farriers to Far Aways
Shrug off the notion

They don’t think it
Could ever possibly
Happen to them.
Eventually, it will.

Oh how creative
Oh how imperative
it is
Irreparable damage
Has already been done
In the homes
In the brothels
They hide from the sun

Time measures distance
Between now and then
A filthy-snow Christmas
I see at the end

All I have seen
A Poet’s dream
All that we love
All that we deem
All that we crave
But what does it seem
All I have seen
A Poet’s dream

Take me into your heart
Show me life
Show me death
Show me you
Show me

For I am a Poet
And I am alive
And live on the
highways
Of thoughts I derive
And I stand alone
And I wander on
And the Gods I
have worshipped
Are here and are gone

All I have seen
A Poet’s dream
The sea is not blue
The land is not green
The sky does not move
All is serene
All I have seen
A Poet’s dream

One more time out
Another session
Won’t you open the book
So I can learn this lesson

One more light out
Another question
Won’t you let me sleep
And just forget
the passion

You keep
Waking me up
When I
Nod away

You keep
Filling my cup
When I
Finish up

How can I get any
sleep this way
When you just keep
playing your game

Oooh, what a rush
Oooh, what a feeling
I got a hunch
I know what you’re
stealing
Oooh, baby give it
back
Oooh, babe, you just
can’t keep it
Oooh, babe, when you
get that feeling
Everyone knows
it just won’t last
No matter how you treat it

My angel
My dream
My angel in my room

My angel
My witch
My angel in my room

Everything breeds
Above you the seeds
Below you the ground
Everything found

My angel
My tourniquet
My angel in my heart

My angel
My fatality
My angel in my heart

My angel
My crimson
My angel in my mind

My angel
My ashes
My angel in my mind

If all you want is an image
Just imagine this
A man to your liking
with features so striking
A man you can’t resist

If all you want is emotion
Just emote to me
And we’ll start pretending
That love’s never-ending
And happy we will be

Mold me into any shape you want
Hold me, roll me
Shuffle, cut and fold me
I’ll be yours for life
Slash me, bash me
Slice and dice and mash me
I’ll be the perfect man
For the perfect wife

Let me be your Frankenstein
Let me be the love you pine
I’ll be yours and you will be mine
Let me be your Frankenstein

Draw up a blueprint
Make out a plan
Tell me what you need

A groovy assortment
Of all the important
Things that you can’t see

A wizards brain
A heart of gold
A fiery touch
And I’ll be sold
So if you find him
Bring him here
I’ll pay to rent him
Every year
Don’t be jive
And don’t be bold
For every story
Ever told
Ends up somewhat
Not so clear
So if you find him
Bring him here!

Searching woman look no more
You have found your dream
I’m worth two plus three times four
Let me join your team

You can see that I’m the one
I’m just what you need
So I ask no fee save one
Let me, Let me be

Let me be your Frankenstein
Let me be the love you pine
I’ll be yours and you will be mine
Let me be your Frankenstein

What would you do
if it happened today
If the moon turned to blue
and the sun turned away
When the oceans are black
and the islands are red
And the clocks won’t turn back
and everyone’s dead
What would you do?
What would you do?
What could you do?

Where do you run
when there’s no place
to hide
When the heat of the sun
starts to burn you inside
When a walk down the street
is a feat in itself
When the back of your seat
takes a crack at your health
Where do you run?
Where can you run?


Well, if I had the answers
I wouldn’t ask
I know it’s a lot,
it’s a hell of a task
But there’s got to be a
reason for you wearing
a mask
So you’ve got be the man
with the golden flask
It must be you.
It must be you.

Some stop and look
and some turn away
And some read the same book
day after day
Some are restricted
and some of them free
But all are inflicted
by you and by me
Now we all live
with a dust laden sky
And every river is
yellow and dry
Flowers crumble
they don’t grow any more
We just mumble
and don’t know the
score

But if the flame goes
out on Kennedy’s grave
We’ve still got the minds of the children
to save
Forget about the ways of
all the roads that
we paved
It’s better to be
stupid than it is to
be brave

Many more windows
Many more eyes
Some of them stupid
Some of them wise

Some of them blue
Some hazel, some green
Some of them looking
Some wait to be seen